Change the world so that nothing else is changed.

I really, really need some help and advice. I’m scared… I’m scared of my own home, of my own daughter!

But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head, like a face that I hold inside, face that awakes when I close my eyes, face that...

I’m the sexiest of them all! – Carol

Come in.” The kid turned and walked toward the house. “I’ll help you if I can.” He paused, his brown eyes turned toward Stacy who now stood open-mouthed. “But you’ll have to do something for...

Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can’t help it. Classical music isn’t just music. It’s a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the...

With horror he perceived that, by uniting himself as he had with the dead, he had cut himself off from the living. Stripped of all earthly hope, bereft of every consolation, he was rendered as...

I’m psychologically equipped for this.

Lee leaned closer to her and swore he could smell fear coming off her in waves, the way a shark smells blood in the water

For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.

The world outside had its own rules, and those rules were not human.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

No sport, watching horror movie with friends in bright room.Try that alone at night without light with mirror above screen!

What if all religiouns were stories, and all stories were true?

Horror, let’s face it, is basically pretty dumb. You’re writing about events that are preposterous, and the trick is to dress them up in language so compelling that the reader doesn’t care.

Right at this moment, I only want silence. I believe that the end of life is silence in the love people have for you. I’ve actually been running through what people have said about the...

Lover,” she whispers, and closes her eyes.It falls upon her.Love is like dying.

Exercise care with what it is you do when you hold my heart in your hands. For it is my love that makes you special. When it is gone, you shall soon know it and...

Hello Clarice…

Even then I found the word fitting, soothing.Fireflies.Fire flies.Fire, fly.

Quinn seemed to have become one of a jaded philosophical society, a group of arcane deviates. Their raison d’etre was a kind of mystical masochism, forcing initiates toward feats of occult daredevilry – “glimpsing the...

This is the truth about The Killer, ain’t it baby? You’re just a big ol’ bag of screams under all that big, bad muscle, ain’t you?

We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can’t avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole of life is a dream, and the moon...

All she could see was her demise and it called out a tempting ruse, offering a suffering less potent than what sickened the living.

He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unsuspecting doll.

And I’m thinking about the old man. He’ll be pounding on the glass right about now… or maybe not now. Maybe in a while. But he’ll be pounding and… will there be blood? I like...

One does not simply tell an archangel they have devoted their life to a folly.

Horror by definition is the emotion of pure revulsion. Terror of the same standard, is that of fearful anticipation.

People says it gets easier. People are stupid.”-Vlad

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.

Fantastic literature has been especially prominent in times of unrest, when the older values have been overthrown to make way for the new; it has often accompanied or predicted change, and served to shake up...

The Doctrine is the Ecstasy

A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

Hell, he now understood, went beyond simple torture. Hell inflicted agony with intermittent reprieves to maintain the hope of peace. Hell was not endless dark, but rare rays of sunlight to keep one’s eyes longing...

PG-13 horror, I just don’t watch that.

If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved.

The unknown characters of writing seem to be endowed with an evil of life of their own as though sentient, and fain would wrest themselves forth from the parchment and wreak mischief on whomsoever gazes...

In the deep Mysteries of the world, their belong time, still unexplored and to be explored.

There’s a queer streak in human natures. Men come back to places for secret reasons, for feelings they cannot resist.’More than men come back,” I said.

It’s only after you’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.–Chuck Palahniuk

We lie to protect our children, and in lying we expose them to the greatest of harms

My brothers’ faces haunt me. I hear their children, my nieces and nephews, asking me why I came home without their daddies. I think of their wives, imagine their questions. Our parents, forever seeing the...

The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.

Fred Ruskin barreled through the rain down Buchanan Street in his battered Pacer, the jar his dead wife had directed him to retrieve from his nephew’s coffin bouncing in the seat beside him.

…a fissure appeared. Splinters of plastic broke away around it, and the fissure widened, radiating further fractures.When the first leg broke out, Simon tried to shriek.

From “Lady In Waiting” in the anthology The Morgue :Now I have yet to meet the corpse could hold up its end of a conversation, so at most I might whistle while fixin’ one up...

All of my chupacabra books are like novelizations of movies that haven’t been made yet.

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

Did I never tell you Sassicaia makes me horny?